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The Dying of the Year by John Hindle

The swallows back sweeping through the air,
life is recovering in seasons change,
harvesting light and rejuvenating,
in this spiritual and organic awakening,
natures dynamo propels again.

Rain washes the sorrow and darkness of winter away,
Spring sings a thousand songs,
colours emerging into new light,
daffodils and crocuses spring to life,
pollen purifies the space between the blue bird and I
while his song is in the air again.